World Convergence

Dynasties rise and dynasties fall, like the tide washing the sand.

On one side, he suffers from intrigue and hides his great ambition; on the other, the mysterious girl hides her anger behind her gentle smile.

Who toppled the country, establishing their dynasty?

Who built the Yellow Springs and set it over Imperial Power, inciting strife and conquering the earth?

Who exchanged gazes at the Nine Palaces to the sound of halberd and blood, watching the falling flowers of Acacia?

Who drank the poisoned wine and smiled, trading it for a cinnabar dot to the chest?

Tribulation and strife has destroyed past prosperity; he would not retreat, and she has not finished singing.

.... Is she disturbing the earth world, or is the world disturbing her?

This is a seemingly simple story about an era of recovering the old country and the fight for the throne, and the men and women on both sides.

To conquer or resist;
To push away or fight for chance.
To provoke or to still;
To love, or to refuse love.

Chrissy

Rising  Phoenix

Aristophaneso

Feng Zhiwei stepped back in stunned disbelief — how could she say that?

When had she ever been too ambitious? When had she ever shown off? When did she fight for honor? When? When had she ever been so frivolous?

All she had was a tiny wish hidden in her heart, a wish that had been planted all those years ago when Feng Zhiwei had first heard the heroic stories of the Fire Phoenix General. Feng Zhiwei had always hoped that she could be the one to lift that phoenix from the ashes so that it could hold its head up high, and perhaps through the daughter's excellence and fame, return glory to the shamed hero.

She wanted to regain her mother's lost honor and glory, and even if they could not take a seat on high, at least people would treat her mother with ordinary respect.

But… her mother had never understood?

So everything she had done was nothing in her mother's eyes?

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